An original adaptation by

Family Playhouse

Based on the novel by

Louisa May Alcott

Original music by

Dean Anderson

"Go then, my little book, and show to all

That entertain and bid thee welcome shall,

What thou dost keep close shut up in thy breast;

And wish what thou dost show them may be blest

To them for good, may make them choose to be

Pilgrims better, by far, than thee or me.

Tell them of mercy; she is one

Who early hath her pilgrimage begun.

Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize

The world which is to come, and so be wise;

For little tripping maids may follow God

Along the ways which saintly feet have trod.

-Adapted from John Bunyan


The time is 1863. The place is a village in Massachusetts. The Little Women are the March sisters - Jo, Beth, Amy and Meg - living with their mother while their father is serving as an Army chaplain during the Civil War. The story follows their growth and adventures together as a family and as young gentlewomen struggling to find happiness and love amidst the constraints of poverty and hardship. Through happy times and tragic, they each learn their lessons in coming to terms with the trials and duties of life...and the joys of maidenhood.

The production is accompanied by an evocative musical score that leaves the heart in its perfect place.

A Storyboard
Note: As part of repertory discipline, actors may be seen in more than one role.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents." "It's so dreadful to be poor." "We've got father and mother and each other."
"I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy. I'm dying to go and fight with papa, but I have to stay home and knit like a poky old woman." "I detest rude, unladylike girls!" "If I can't go down gracefully, I won't faint at all. I don't care if Hugo does come at me with a pistol."
"I think it was splendid of daddy to go to war as a chaplain when he was too old to be a soldier." "I'd like to go as a nurse, so I could help him if he got wounded or sick." "Thousands of young men are dying on the battlefield and need a final comfort to know their God is near. If I can serve in this humble way then I can bear being away from you all the better...I know you will be loving children to your mother, do all that is expected of you faithfully, and conquer yourselves so beautifully that when I come back to you I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women."
"I'm not Miss March. I'm only Jo."

"And I'm not Mr. Laurence. I'm only Laurie."

"You've been abroad? Christopher Columbus! Oh, tell me about it!" "I'm trying to memorize everything about you so I can describe you to the girls; we have no brothers or male cousins so boys are almost unknown creatures to them."
"I'm dying to know how old you are but Mother says it's very impolite to ask someone's age right out." "You mean you're not seventeen yet?" "But I don't need escorting because!"
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